My PrizeA Poem by RuzicaYou were my professor
and I was your flighty student and you could never teach me to think before I loved You were always so serious with your frowns and your sad grey eyes and I was a swirl of dancing skirts and little white lies You talked with me and you walked with me for many winter-kissed miles and when I felt you turn away I tickled your hidden smiles And I want you to know you were my first place prize © 2014 Ruzica |
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Added on July 1, 2014 Last Updated on July 1, 2014 Author |